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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.