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 Dominica and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.