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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.