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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.