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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Unwound,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Monks,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.