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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.