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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.