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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.