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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.