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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.