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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
The Monks,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.