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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.