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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.