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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.