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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Mars to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.