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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.