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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
AZ,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.