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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.