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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.