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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.