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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.