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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.