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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.