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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Neil Young 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.