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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.