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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.