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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.