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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.