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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.