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 Panama 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ituana 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.