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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Kinks to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.