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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.