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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Can,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.