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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.