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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.