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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Wire,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.