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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.