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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.