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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Visage,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.