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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.