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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.