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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.