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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.