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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Victims,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.