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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.