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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
10cc,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.