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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.