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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.