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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.