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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.