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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.