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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.