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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.