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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
AZ,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.