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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.