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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.