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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.