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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.