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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.