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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.