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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.