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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.