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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.