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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.