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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.