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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Smog,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.