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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.