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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.