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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.