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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Martian,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.