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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.