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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
OOIOO,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.