Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.