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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Hashim,
DNA,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.