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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.