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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 the Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.