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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.