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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.