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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.