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 Iraq and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.