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 Nauru 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Faust,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.