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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.