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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Pantytec 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.