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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.