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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Inner City,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.