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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.