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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.