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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.