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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.