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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.