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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.