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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Nas,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.