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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.