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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Swans,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.