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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.