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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.