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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Skriet to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.