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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Yaz,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.