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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.