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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Motions,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.