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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Mars,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.