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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.