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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.