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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.