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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.