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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.