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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.