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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.