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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.