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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Swans,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.