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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.