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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.