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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.