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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.