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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.