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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.