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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.