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 Togo 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.