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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.