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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
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.