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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.