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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.