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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.