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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.