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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.