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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.