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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.