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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.