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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.