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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.