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 United States and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.