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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.