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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.