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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.