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 Azerbaijan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 cv313 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
X-101,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.