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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.