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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.