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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.