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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Nas to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Technova,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.