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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.