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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.