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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.