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 Panama 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.