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 Israel 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.