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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.