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 Italy and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 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 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.