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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.