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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.