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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
the Slits,
MC5,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.