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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.