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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.