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 Laos and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.