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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.