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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.