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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Organ to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Franke,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.