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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.