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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.