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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
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OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.