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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.