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 India and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.