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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.