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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.