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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.