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 Burkina 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.