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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.