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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.