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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.