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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Can,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Interpol,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.