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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.