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 India and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.