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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.