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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.