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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.