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 Cambodia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.