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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.