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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.