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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Crime,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.