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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.