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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.