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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.