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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.