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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.