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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.