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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Hashim,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.