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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.