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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.