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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The Busters,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.