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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
ABBA,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.