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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.