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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.