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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.