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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.