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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.