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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.