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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.