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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.