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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.