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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.