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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.