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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.