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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.