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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.