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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.