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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.