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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.