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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.