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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.