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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.