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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
10cc,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.