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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.