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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Can,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.