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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.