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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.