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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.