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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Index,
Nas,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.