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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.