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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.