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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.