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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.