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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.