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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.