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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.