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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Mars,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.