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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.