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 Uruguay 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 808 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 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.