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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.