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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.