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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.