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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.