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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Harry Pussy 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.