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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Wire,
The Fall,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
cv313,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.