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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.