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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.