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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.