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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.