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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
10cc,
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.