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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.