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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.