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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.