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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.