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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.