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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.