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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.