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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Television,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.