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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.