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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.