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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.