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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.