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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.