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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.