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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.