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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.