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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.