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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.