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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.