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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Slits,
DNA,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.