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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.