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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.