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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.