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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.