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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.