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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Fear,
The Index,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Cluster,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Television,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.