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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Index,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.