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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.