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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.