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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Magma,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.