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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.