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 Finland 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Echospace,
Can,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.