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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.