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 Guinea 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
EPMD,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.