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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.