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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.