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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.