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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.