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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.