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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.