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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Fear,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.