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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.