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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.