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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 ABC to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Slave,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.