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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.