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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Inner City,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.