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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.