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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.