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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.