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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.