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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.