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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Fear,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.