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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.