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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.