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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.