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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.