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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.