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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Nas,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.