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 India and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.