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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.