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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.