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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.