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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.