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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.