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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.