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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.