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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.