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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.