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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.