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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.