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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.