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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.