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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.