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 Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
MC5,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.