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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.