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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.