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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.