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 Russia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
UT,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.