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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.