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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.