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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.