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 Angola and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.