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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Index,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.