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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.