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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.