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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.