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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.