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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.