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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.