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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.