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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.