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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.