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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.