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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.