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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Faust,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.