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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.