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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
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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.