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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.