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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.