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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Smiths,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.