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 China and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.