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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Scion,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.