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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.