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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Scientists,
June Days,
Wings,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.