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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Nico,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.