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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.