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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Mummies,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.