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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Japan,
the Slits,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.