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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.