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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.