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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.