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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.