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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.