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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.