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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.