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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.