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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
X-102,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.