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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.