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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.