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 Germany 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Neu!,
MC5,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.