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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pole,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.