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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.