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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.