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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.