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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Motorama,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
AZ,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.