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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.