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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.