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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.