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 Serbia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.