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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.