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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.