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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.