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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.