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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.