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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.