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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.