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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Motions 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.