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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.