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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Index,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.