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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.