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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.