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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.