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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.