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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Technova,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
ABC,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.