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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.