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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.