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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.