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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.