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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.