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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.