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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.