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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.