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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.