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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.