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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.