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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.