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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.