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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.