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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Niagra,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.