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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.