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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.