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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.