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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.