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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Franke,
the Slits,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.