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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
UT,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.