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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Slave,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.