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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.