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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.