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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.