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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Mandrill 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.