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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.