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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.