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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.