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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.