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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Liliput,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.