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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.