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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Move,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.