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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Can,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.