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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.