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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Nico,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.