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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.