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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
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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.