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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.