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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.