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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.