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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.