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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Technova,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.