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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.