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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.