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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.