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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.