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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.