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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.