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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.