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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.