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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.