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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Doors to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.