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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.