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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.