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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.