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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.