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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.