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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Litter to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.