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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 spring reverb 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.