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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The Index,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.