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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.