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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.