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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.