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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.