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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.