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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.