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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.