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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Japan,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.