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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.