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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.