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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.