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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.