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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.