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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.