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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.