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 China and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.