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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.