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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.