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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.