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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Nas,
Television,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.