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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.