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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.