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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.