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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.