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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.