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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.