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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.