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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.