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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
The Cure,
Urselle,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.