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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Television,
June Days,
X-102,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.