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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.