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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.