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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.