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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.