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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.