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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Television,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.