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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.