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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Niagra 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 rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.