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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Oneida,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.