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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Wire to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.