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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.