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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.