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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.