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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.