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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.