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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.