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 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.