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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.