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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.