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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.