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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.