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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.