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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Monks,
Zapp,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.