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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Intrusion,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.