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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.