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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Television,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.