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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.