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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.