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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.