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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.