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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Ossler,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.