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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.