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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.