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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.