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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.