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 Malawi and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.