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 India 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.