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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.