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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.