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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
UT,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.