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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.